I shot an orphan today. It was like...oh great.

I'm a nosey cunt. I am. I know it. It's fine. Like if I've ever been over to your house or something, I've probably looked around in your shit. I might have taken a shit in your shit. Sorry. I like to do the following things: look at books people own, look at photographs, look on dressers, check calendars, look inside fridges, look inside medicine cabinets, etc.

On my subway ride home today, these are the following items a seemingly 24-year-old male, with blonde hair, beard, and nike coat was carrying in a clear plastic bag:

-1 bag of Care Bears Gummy Bears
-1 copy of Angela Lansbury in "Murder She wrote" Season one
-1 box of Carnation Instant Breakfast
-1 pair of socks
-1 set of keys
-1 box of Vanilla Cheerios


I want to party with him.